Misery Begins

Sometimes I go outside to find the quiet  
And comfortable places: misery    
Is found in rain and snow; and any diet,    
That leaves no happiness, means no beauty;    
    
We'll all be dead one day and in our pit;    
My poems can be sad as they're not yours;    
You had the largest cock - it would not fit    
Until you pressed in hard and would not pause;    
     
Sometimes you stay inside once you have come;    
And I feel sadness filling me again:    
In knowing you'll be gone, when we are done;    
And I will find my memories cause pain;    
     
Sometimes I want to scream when you thrust in:    
Misery begin!